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Letting myself go.

Falling off the cliff.

It’s not until Bradford kisses me that I find myself again.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says.

I roll onto my side and reach for his dick, loving the way his face reveals his pleasure as I stroke him. I could spend hours watching him like this. “I can’t decide if I want to ride your face before I ride your dick.” I barely recognize myself. These are not words I use during sex, but hot damn if this man doesn’t bring them out in me.

“Fuck.” His hands are on me before I realize, and he’s pulling me on top of him. “I haven’t got it in me to wait even another second to fuck you. You can sit on my face tonight. Right now, you’re taking my dick.”

He grasps my hips and positions me where he wants me, his strength making it so that he looks like he’s lifting a feather rather than my body. When I take his hard length as deeply as it will go, his groan is guttural and the most masculine sound I have ever heard.

His eyes are on my body, glued to my tits while I swirl on him slowly. He reaches up and grabs one of my breasts, squeezing it roughly in a completely impolite way. A way I really fucking like.

It’s that coarse move that unleashes my inner bad girl. A girl I’ve not yet met. But holy hell, she’s been woken up this morning.

I take hold of Bradford’s wrists and press them to the bed. “Keep these here.”

Surprise flares in his eyes, right alongside burning desire. That heat intensifies when I shift, placing my feet either side of his body and bringing my knees up in squatting cowgirl position. I rest my hands behind me on his thighs, roll my hips, and move my ass back and forth while I fuck him.

Bradford’s gaze locks onto my pussy that’s on full display to him. My gaze is fixed to his face. To the expressions that tell me he can’t get enough of me.

“Fuck, Kristen.” His hands snap around my ankles. “I’m going to jerk off to this later.”

I clench him inside me, which causes his fingers to squeeze tightly around my ankles. It also earns me another one of those groans of his I love. “Promise you’ll text me before you do, so I can get off at the same time.” Who even am I right now?

His eyes come to mine, intense and so damn turned on. “Such a filthy girl.”

“Only for you.”

His dick is so hard inside me.Throbbing.

He’s let me take charge, but when I tell him I’m only a filthy girl for him, he lets go of my ankles and reaches one hand around my hip and the other for my breast. He pulls me forward so my position changes and his hips jerk up and he goes balls deep into me. And then he comes.

“Oh, God,” I cry out as another orgasm shatters through me.

Bradford tenses and jerks again, filling me for the longest time as he comes.

Then, he’s sitting up, taking hold of me, and crashing his lips to mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, taking ownership of me. I grab his hair, pulling it between my fingers as I kiss him back as wildly as he’s kissing me.

His stubble scratches my cheeks.

His scent overwhelms me.

His everything ruins me.

“That’s one way to wake a woman up,” I say after he ends the kiss.

His hands move to my ass. “Even though you’re not adding sex to your nightly list of good things,thatneeds to go on today’s list.”

I grin. “We’ll see. Maybe you’ll do better tonight.”

“You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?” His entertained expression is something I now live for.

“I think that might be one of a wife’s jobs. I’ll track that information down today and let you know if it is.”

His phone vibrates with a string of texts.

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